"And in her long nights, in her long house of smoke and millerís stones, she baked the bread we eat in dreams, strangest loaves, her pies full of anguish and days long dead, her fairy-haunted gingerbread, her cakes wet with tears."

"And in her long nights, in her long house of smoke and millerís stones, she baked the bread we eat in dreams, strangest loaves, her pies full of anguish and days long dead, her fairy-haunted gingerbread, her cakes wet with tears."

"And in her long nights, in her long house of smoke and millerís stones, she baked the bread we eat in dreams, strangest loaves, her pies full of anguish and days long dead, her fairy-haunted gingerbread, her cakes wet with tears."

"And in her long nights, in her long house of smoke and millerís stones, she baked the bread we eat in dreams, strangest loaves, her pies full of anguish and days long dead, her fairy-haunted gingerbread, her cakes wet with tears."

"And in her long nights, in her long house of smoke and millerís stones, she baked the bread we eat in dreams, strangest loaves, her pies full of anguish and days long dead, her fairy-haunted gingerbread, her cakes wet with tears."

"And in her long nights, in her long house of smoke and millerís stones, she baked the bread we eat in dreams, strangest loaves, her pies full of anguish and days long dead, her fairy-haunted gingerbread, her cakes wet with tears."

"And in her long nights, in her long house of smoke and millerís stones, she baked the bread we eat in dreams, strangest loaves, her pies full of anguish and days long dead, her fairy-haunted gingerbread, her cakes wet with tears."

"And in her long nights, in her long house of smoke and millerís stones, she baked the bread we eat in dreams, strangest loaves, her pies full of anguish and days long dead, her fairy-haunted gingerbread, her cakes wet with tears."

Sidewalks and Skeletons is a good scratch for my Crystal Castles itch for when I don't feel like patronizing the art of sex predators. Some of their stuff is a little same-y but then they got stuff like these two.

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"Arthur, you're making the other accountants nervous. We all find this kind of... rampant individuality... very disturbing."

"And in her long nights, in her long house of smoke and millerís stones, she baked the bread we eat in dreams, strangest loaves, her pies full of anguish and days long dead, her fairy-haunted gingerbread, her cakes wet with tears."